this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons . through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. . Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, . milky
!. Transmigrate into the future or the past. Eternal damnation awaits you my love. In the kingdom of the sick and the rotting dead. You will suffer excruciating pain. You shall now reap the twisted fruit. Of
(Winwood/Capaldi). . Withering tree, bearing no fruit. Never will see an evergreen suit. Reaching right out, out for the sun. Broken old branches, fall one by one. Into the arms of eternity
. You'll be. My bride. Just take. That fruit. Put it. Inside'. You snake. You dog. You fake. You liar. I've burned. My hands. I'm in. The fire. . Awooooooh. oooooooohhhh. . You salty dog